Chris Brown Boombox Lyrics

'Bout to bring the heat,
Give me my boombox
Bring it bring it back to the time when people rocked mics
and the b-boys shined.
I got that perfect beat
Give me my boombox, fat gold chains, the beat with no
strings, ... with my gutter shades.
If you love it, love it
Tell the DJ turn it up, I wanna it, wan' it
Give me my boombox

Remember them days when you had to be home before
the street lights came on,
You barely made it, ooooh yeah
I came in a little late... the movie... breaking
Thinking I was terrible trying to do the moon walk from a
damn wall
man I was crazy, that's what made me who I am
It was the mind that made us heavy,
It was the grind that kept it steady,
And now things have changed, not the same
I'm gonna have to bring it back

'Bout to bring the heat
Give me my boombox
Bring it bring it back to the time when people rocked mics
and the bboys shined.
I got that perfect beat
Give me my boombox, fat gold chains, the beat with no
strings, ... with my gutter shades.
If you love it, love it
Tell the DJ turn it up, I wanna it, wan' it
Give me my boombox

I thought I was so fly rocking my Kangol hat to the side Thought I was a B-Boy, yeah yeah
I was in love with the beemer, with the gold ... on the
right.
Nice in the rear view, it was...
It was the mind that made us heavy,
It was the grind that kept it steady,
And now things have changed, I had to upgrade
I'm gonna have to bring it back

'Bout to bring the heat
Give me my boombox
Bring it bring it back to the time when people rocked mics
and the bboys shined.
I got that perfect beat
Give me my boombox, fat gold chains, the beat with no
strings, ... with my gutter shades.
If you love it, love it
Tell the DJ turn it up, I wanna it, wan' it
Give me my boombox

This is a public service announcement
Everybody who did it, can holla at you
Just wana say thank you for the opportunity of letting me
learn this
I'm here
We bringing it back

'Bout to bring the heat
Give me my boombox
Bring it bring it back to the time when people rocked mics
and the bboys shined.
I got that perfect beat
Give me my boombox, fat gold chains, the beat with no
strings, ... with my gutter shades.
If you love it, love it
Tell the DJ turn it up, I wanna it, wan' it
Give me my boombox